Flaping veils stretch across curious eyes baring suspicions of moon's ravishing crescent holding on an ethereal nuance of glimmer.
At the edge of sun's swing you sunbath your cliffy affair with cloudy curtains covering your trails.
The devil's carmine shadow lurks undneath your covers promising a piece of the crescent moon.
Swinging in your boat of doubts your two personalities stare wildly to the open sunset of your decisions.
Tired of waiting you find your way to moon's sunny side while watching the city drown under light's shadow. The moon belongs to your eyes.